Chapter 22 fourth quarter

In the eyes of Kadota, the breakfast at nine o'clock in the morning was not harmonious enough.Tada Mariko has a nonchalant expression among everyone.There is no male in the line who is not too revealing, but despite this, she is conscious of her own charm, and she is still putting on an air of flirtatiousness to the same sex. If she knew that Kadoda found out that she was lying about being attacked in the hotel, even though this incident was somewhat attractive, she would feel dull in her heart. The so-called dullness is because all the members of the group are women, and they thought they were all victims, but now it is clear that Mariko Tada was killed in disguise.There will be no fear of danger among the members, nor will there be that kind of anxiety.In this way, she had to be regarded as a very ordinary woman.Even Yumi Fujino, who has a competitive mentality with Mariko Tada, will have subtle reactions.

Kajiwara Sumiko put on a look of not knowing what to do.She is not an ordinary woman who hopes that there will be no turmoil and entanglement among people, but she asks Kadoda to keep silent and hopes that everyone will live in harmony. She is worthy of being the wife of the hospital director.Kadoda was moved by her conscience.She was able to see through the flaws in Mariko Tada's throat, and it seems that her medical knowledge is quite comprehensive.Kadoda couldn't help but admire this outsider. Menda believes that Tada Mariko will not be unwarranted in advance.Out of her desire to show herself, she may cause riots at any time.Regarding the matter in Copenhagen, although Kadoda and Kajiwara Sumiko were restrained by silence, if unimaginable troubles and disputes ensue, it seems impossible not to strictly discipline them at that time.

In order to prevent similar incidents from happening, the truth of the Tada Mariko incident cannot be concealed from Hijikata Etsuko. Only with her cooperation can nothing be lost.But this has to abide by the agreement with Kajihara Sumiko. After breakfast, take a limousine to visit Westminster Abbey from Trafalgar Square via Picardan Lisagas, watch the changing of the guards in vermilion uniforms in front of Buckingham Palace, and finally fish in the North Sea Hotel for lunch.Mentian led everyone, and the journey was safe and sound. In Bikadan Lisagas, I saw a bronze statue of an angel spreading its wings and nocking an arrow.Everyone was familiar with the postcard, and there was laughter in the car.Four or five of them neither made a sound nor laughed, and Kadota couldn't tell if this was just putting on airs, or was he still thinking about Japan in this tourist group?

Kadoda's commentary in the car maintained a rhythmic cadence, which made the listeners feel a little bored, but still had the demeanor of a famous tour guide.Along the Bank Street of the Victoria Embankment, there is a bridge over the Thames River, which makes a big bend to the east.Kadoda raised a hand, explaining that it was the Watarro Bridge from the movie "Sorrow".There was a lot of traffic on the bridge, and there were layers of dark clouds in the sky. The dark and desolate tone made people feel a bit of a stage atmosphere. Arriving at the Tower of London, in front of the tower surrounded by gray walls in the Middle Ages, tourists who are going to visit the crown inlaid with egg-sized diamonds line up in a long snake-like queue in order.Suddenly, a group of twenty guards, dressed in medieval red guard uniforms, entered the tower in an orderly procession.As soon as the front team climbed up the narrow and gloomy steps, the guards behind were urging them to go quickly, just like the jailer urging the guillotine from the cell.

Kadoda couldn't take care of these, and was still thinking about Tada Mariko.At this time, Hijikata Etsuko was holding the book in one hand while reading and shaking her feet.Kadoka approached Etsuko Hijikata angrily, and she moved her eyes from the small notebook: "Mr. Kadoda, I would like to read a passage from Soseki's "Tower of London" for everyone. Is that okay? After seeing the real thing, everyone will be able to understand Soseki's article." "This book can only be read to everyone when you are bored. Hey, if someone has strayed, please go and take a good look at it." Kadoda said this to remind Tada Mariko.

It was a peaceful night, and the tour continued the next morning.For Kadota, this is something to be thankful for.Tada Mariko didn't move either. This morning, the reservation plan went really well.All assembled before nine o'clock, and Kadoda boarded a large chartered bus as if commanding a flock of docile sheep.The scale of the British Museum is breathtaking.But like the Ueno Museum in Japan, which is not often visited, everyone is not interested, just like going to an art museum, passing by and not entering. The tour ended an hour earlier than scheduled.The car climbed up a gentle slope and stopped in front of an old house in a quiet residential street. It was only ten past eleven at that time.

Since the work was completed in advance, it is naturally very satisfying to be a tour guide.In order to take care of Etsuko Hijikata's emotions, Kadoda asked: "Miss Hijikata, please tell everyone about Dickens." As a lecturer, given such an opportunity, Etsuko's little face immediately showed her love for literature, and she quickly introduced Charles Dickens, a well-known author in Japan, explaining that he lived in this house since 1837. Nine years of married life, while writing "Oliba Ziyisto" and other works.It is equivalent to ten years after the eighth year of Tianbao in the calendar.Perhaps the "literary master" is not as famous as Shakespeare, and everyone is not interested in browsing indoors.

More than 30 women went up and down the narrow stairs, shoulder to shoulder, and soon dispersed to the souvenir shop on the ground floor, the kitchen, the basement, the study and bedrooms on the third floor, mixed with other visitors.In this way, Kadoda lost the opportunity to secretly observe Mariko Tada. Kadota saw from the side, Kajiwara Sumiko stood aside and smiled secretly.In the kitchen in the basement, the flanges and pots on the wall are covered with a faint golden layer like Lambrant's paintings. Hitomi Kajiwara understood the meaning of Sumiko Kajihara's smile.Mariko Tada was talking affectionately with the three middle-aged American tourists who came to the kitchen together.

The Americans were overjoyed, watching her with piercing eyes as she chattered.Although the words are not difficult to understand, they are all redundant words.Their conversation bounced like a ping pong ball.Mariko Tada's American dialect is not pure, but she is still fluent.Kajiwara Sumiko's smile was undoubtedly sneering. It just so happened that Etsuko Hijikata, who entered the basement with other members from the stairs, heard Mariko Tada's American language.After Tada Mariko realized it, she looked proud. Kadoda thought that if Tada Mariko seized such opportunities to satisfy herself everywhere in the future, she would definitely cause a lot of trouble.

Free activities in the afternoon, but it was on the way back to the hotel, so I decided to visit the Wax Figure Museum in Madam Tasuo's Museum.Kadoda reckons everyone will be interested. Mrs. Tasso's House, facing east, is located on a quiet residential street at the foot of Dickens' former residence.Go south at the intersection of Maryland Street, and then go straight down the slope of Banka Street, which is the direction of your hotel. If this wax man's hall with the nature of a vaudeville hall is treated a little bit, it may become a world-famous and spectacular place.Mrs. Tasso started making wax figures at the age of nine, until she died in 1805 at the age of 81, she continued to create realistic statues, including famous politicians, artists, thinkers, philosophers, scientists, movie stars or singers in history , such as the famous Louis Jorge, Marx, Einstein and other philosophers and sages, there are everything.However, the group members were not interested in watching it.

"Come on, this basement is full of cruel scenes! It's all assassinations, executions, guillotines, don't faint!" Kadoda shouted to everyone's spirit somewhat agitated.There was chatter among the women, looking at each other, hesitating.But not a single one stopped and didn't go to the underground horror room. This place is different from the first and second floors, the corridors are dimly lit, and the lighting everywhere is pale and dim.The portrait of a middle-aged gentleman is Dr. Cory Brin, the criminal who murdered his wife. Several creepy team members feel cruel and terrible from the clever appearance, but standing in front of the "female" who bullied 284 women and killed nine of them When the bald and bearded Rondore came forward, everyone's eyes lit up; the expression of Marat, who put his messy hair into the guillotine, put a dagger in his shoulder, and dyed scarlet naked, before his death, is the expression of execution. The person sits high on the chair, and the executioner stands fiercely in front of the gallows, coupled with the gloomy background and lighting, it is indeed possible to make people scream in a low voice; what can arouse sympathy most is that the assassin does not know On the stage where the young Edward V brothers slept next to each other on the bed, the younger brother gently wrapped his right hand around his elder brother's neck, as if he heard the younger brother say "Amen" in a trembling voice ". A handsome elderly couple and a young American stand in the aisle, gazing at the stage as if attracted by the scene.Someone was moving behind them, but they seemed absorbed and remained motionless.Somebody noticed them and shouted that they were also wax figures. After coming out of the wax figure house, I didn't take the bus again.Walked down the gentle slope.This time Etsuko Hijikata was at the front. Looking around, there were no small shops or houses made of red bricks, and everyone was surprised. "This is Baker Szilito." Etsuko Hijikata began to explain with a smile, "I think everyone will remember the apartment of Sherlock Holmes. When there were no cars in London, when there was thick fog and gas lights at night, outside There was the sound of a rattling four-wheeled carriage, and then it stopped in front of the house. Hearing the heavy knocking at the gate, the landlady, Mrs. Hadsaw, went out to convey. Holmes, sitting in the easy chair in front of the fireplace in the room, addressed his friend who was the recorder. Dr. Watson said: "Hey, Watson, the client is here. This guest seems to be a veteran of the Pu-A war." Holmes did not see his face and posture, but drew a conclusion based on reasoning. This made Hua Surprised. There is 221B Baker Street, the nostalgic Sherlock Holmes apartment. It is now an insurance company office. But it is somewhat disappointing..." Hichikata Etsuko must have been disappointed.After a lot of effort, I finally told the opening stanza of a whole series of Sherlock Holmes detective stories, but the members did not respond.Presumably they had read Sherlock Holmes stories.For a twenty-year-old woman, she may not like to read translated novels, but prefer stream-of-consciousness novels or pure love stories.Etsuko couldn't arouse everyone's interest no matter what. "Tourists from all over the world who admire the stories of Sherlock Holmes, take advantage of the opportunity to come to London to visit here. Many people inquire about the Sherlock Holmes residence on Baker Street quite seriously. Needless to say, this is a fictional novel, and there is no such thing in reality. The residence is like the palace pine in Atami, the emptiness like a mirage.” No matter how witty and quick-witted they were, the group members ignored it. "Lecturer" Etsuko lost the interest in rapping just now. Perhaps the group members were shocked by the massacre and torture scenes in the Wax Museum, and then they were bored by seeing the street where the protagonist of the murder detective novel lives?

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